 It was a peaceful evening as I stood at the foot of the minaret and listened to the moaisons call to prayer. But all that was changed a few seconds later when the moaisons lay dying at my feet. A man wearing German field boots and a gun to match planted the killing on me. Not long after, as I was being taken to a jail cell, the same man with a lot of helpers broke it up, dumped me in a truck, and roared out into the desert. I remember jumping from the speeding truck, some gunshots, and not much more, till a breath of air hit me. And it wasn't air off the desert.